We're hand-cutting candy again. This time, Edward's at my side, while Rose, Emmett, and Alice are spread out across the table.
The shop isn't open yet, and this is the first batch of the day – one started a little earlier than normal due to this order.
Edward keeps stealing glances, touching me innocently as often as possible. The others' eyes are on us, though no one speaks.
Rosalie puts down the scissors with a huff; the clang of metal on metal shocks me.
She points at us. "Enough of this. One of you tell me what's going on. Right. Now."
Friday, June 24, 2011
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Best be telling her guys, pregnant women are hormonal.
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